Here’s the all too familiar tale of the stages of winter break as told through the eyes of a thermostat.

Stage 1 – Ice Cold: This is fantastic. No 8 A.Ms, no papers, and no finals. I think I could live like this for the rest of my life. *kicks feet up by the Christmas tree and sips hot cocoa*

Stage 2 – Cool: Okay, I’ve been home for quite a while now. I still think I could live like this for the rest of my life. I’ve gotten to hang out with my fam bam (another Carrsan-ism) and eat real food instead of cafeteria food. Life is good.

Stage 3 – Lukewarm: Alright, it’s Christmas. & you’re so blessed to be able to rock around the tree with the ones you love the most…but this much human interaction, getting asked how school is, and if you’re still single or not, is bound to make anyone go a little bonkers.

Stage  4 –  FULL-BLOWN MELTDOWN: Suddenly, it’s December 29th and things aren’t so cool anymore. Your sanity is in a downward spiral because this long of a break is a cruel and unusual punishment.  You can only watch re-watch Stranger Things so many things times before you start to hang up those Christmas lights your mom is trying to put away, because you’re convinced that a Demogorgon is going to come and suck up you or one of your siblings.

Sound familiar. my fellow aged friends? Ahhhh….winter break. It truly is the best of times and the worst of times.

Since, I have been on winter break for about 2 weeks now…I’ve had an abundance of time to reflect on my past two years of college. Who knew that a girl from Middle of Nowhere, Illinois would end up in Kentucky waving a flippin’ red towel. Definitely, not me.

I am ever so grateful for the twist & turns that led me to Western. Packing up your life and moving to a different state and attending a school where you don’t know a soul is extremely liberating. You learn so much about yourself and you meet people that you don’t know how you survived the last 19 years of your life without.

With that being said, in honor of my roots being planted in two states, I have decided to show my pride the only way I know how. Graphic t-shirts and a blog post. *mic drop*pic4 pic6

I think I am treading between — “I was taking the kiddos to practice but on the way out of the house I slipped on my son’s baseball jacket because there’s a slight chill in the air” and “hip millennial that threw on a t-shirt and tennis shoes because I’m trying to be causal cool.”  Whichever one you think I most resemble, just know that you can’t go wrong with a t-shirt/bomber jacket combo.

pic7pic1But remember, the only thing that should be graphic at the end of your holiday season is your tees. Merry Christmas, folks!

Don’t stop dreaming- XoXo

The Commonwealth Baseball Tee | Easy Livin’ Outfitters
Illinois Tee | Fresh Digs
Bomber Jacket | Gap


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